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JANUARY 1, 2002

The Infinite "To Do" List

It’s only January 1st and already I feel like I’m behind. I mean, the new year isn’t even 24 hours old and I’m stressed about the things that I have yet to get done, like change the oil in the minivan and replace all the “copyright 2001s” on my website with “copyright 2002s”.

It’s a shame too because had you asked me at the beginning of December I would have told you that by the first of the year I would have to be making up NEW things to do. I was efficiently accomplishing the tasks on my current “To Do” list - redesigning websites that had long needed overhauls and starting rehearsing with the band to make some progress on that CD I’ve been talking about since 1999.

I wasn’t even panicked about Christmas gifts because I had a list all prepared and just needed one day to go out and pick them up. A few hours at the store, a few hours wrapping and voila, the holidays would be a snap.

Then suddenly, somewhere along the way, my train of productivity got derailed and I’m still staggering to catch up. On Christmas eve I realized that it was FAR too late to ship presents to my parents on the west coast. Hell, half their gifts were still waiting to be picked up at a friend’s store.... Here’s hoping Christmas is just as nice in the middle of February.

Then there was the whole issue of my fiancée's stocking - having wasted $43.33 on tchotchke it became clear that, really, there wasn’t nearly enough stuff to FILL the stocking. It became obvious when we went into separate rooms to wrap our stocking presents and I finished a full hour before she did. Okay, I finished in 7 minutes.

And then an hour before an informal holiday gathering of friends when I found myself desperately racing from store to store trying to find a decent bottle of tequila and a case of Corona after having completed a panicked 15 minute speed-shopping trip to get party snacks, well, I knew I was in trouble.

I don't know how I got so far behind because, really, I'm amazingly organized. I make "To Do" lists weekly, sometimes daily. They read not just as an agenda for any given day but like an agenda for my life. There, laid out in neat black printing on fancy pastel gray legal pads, is my plan to take over the world one step at a time.

I've been making the lists for several years now because I hate sitting down and having a lot of productive energy but not knowing what to focus on. I figured the lists would be a great way to channel that energy. Wake up feeling like you want to accomplish something? Well, choose an item off the list!

Of course what happens is that you tend to ignore those items that are less pleasant even when they are the only ones there. And other items require that you do the seven things leading up to it first, which require going to the store to get the items needed to accomplish the first of the seven things, which requires making the money from the OTHER project on the list to finance the trip to the store to get the supplies to do the seven things to GET to the items you WANT to do in the first place.

A friend of mine who used to make massive lists written in microscopic print confessed to me recently that he no longer needed them. "Eventually," he said "I realized that I was making the list for the sake of the list."

He's right, of course. The lists are all about the illusion of control - some false sense that I can micromanage every aspect of my life. I feel that by writing down all of my objectives somehow I've dealt with them. Whether I do them or not is almost irrelevant.

Or so I say. In the meantime, as soon as this column is done I really need to get out the http://www.keylimecafe.com newsletter. Then I have to find some 500 mA fuses and a new fuel door for the minivan. I just don't know yet when I'm going to sleep.

Maybe if I can finally find the time to read Stephen Covey's "The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People" I will learn the skills necessary to catch up.

I'll just add that right here on the bottom of my list of things to do.

This column © 2002 Lee Totten.